Fist Through This Town

Living in an attic, working in a basement Scraping it together, pray we'd make the pain mend Got my hero on the wall Whiskey I can drink A place to sit and wonder Why I don't get paid to think I wanna put my fist through this town I ain't a fighter but I'd knock it to the ground I ain't a killer but I'd let that bastard drown I wanna put my fist through this town She undresses in the dark, a barely burning fire After a long night of short tips from the drunks and the vampires Man, this ain't no fair fight at all It's a kick in the teeth She'd be the queen of these God-forsaken streets If it was up to me I wanna put my fist through this town I ain't a fighter but I'd knock it to the ground, yeah I ain't a killer but I'd let that bastard drown, oh I wanna put my fist through this town, yeah For all the half-truth flat-out lies For every broken compromise For all the "give it one more try" More than I can count, yeah I wanna put my fist through this town I ain't a fighter but I'd knock it to the ground Yes, I would I ain't a killer but I'd let that bastard drown I wanna put my fist through this town I wanna put my fist through this town, mm --- Fist Through This Town - Charlie Worsham